Born to be a roughneck I´ll never amount to nothin´
Pullin´ case and layin´ pipe is hard labor
Well I was born in a boomer shack bout a half mile from town

Papa was a driller on a wildcat crew and my mama never was around
I learn to cuss when I was two and fight when I was three
And by the time I was five there was no kid alive could ever get the best of me
Born to be a roughneck...

Well I started workin´ like a regular man when I was just about knee high
Skinning the knuckles with my two bare hands but they never heard me cry
I remember walkin´ down the road and hearin´ somebody say
He was born to live a rougneck´s life and he´s never gonna change his ways
Born to be a roughneck...
Born to be a roughneck...